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Living Together Again

For Repanbo

By Draconicon

"Hmmm, did you set this aside for me especially, brother dear?"

"Not really; it's just the last one left up here," Draconicon muttered, his eyes kept on the floor for the moment. The last thing he needed was to look at the purple dragoness that was almost dancing around the empty room, swaying her ass every which way. "I thought that you'd enjoy putting it together the way you like, if you end up moving in properly."

"Well, I certainly will do that. But it is just a little..."

"What?"

"Small."

"...They're literally the same size; they expand and contract via your imagination and the usual enchantments -"

"Bla, bla, bla."

The purple dragoness flapped her hand up and down in imitation of a yammering mouth, and he snarled slightly. For all that he was willing to give Drakina another chance at being around, he doubted that this was going to go well. Gann had pushed him, and so had Ellyra, to allow her the opportunity to prove that she could be better, and he was finally allowing that, but...

Well, there were reasons beyond the simple fact that Drakina tried to fuck with him every chance she got that pushed them apart in the first place. He worked hard with his magic, she tended to do something...different. It meant that when they talked, they came to everything - or at least, almost everything - with very different viewpoints. He saw magic as a negotiation with the universe, whereas she saw it as a way for the universe to get put in its place.

It was a problematic arrangement, to put it mildly.

She glanced back at him, and he looked up and away. She had come here nude, and that was entirely by intention, he was sure. Not just because she liked showing off her curvy, purple-scaled body, but because she knew that he liked looking. He liked staring at her wide, curvy rump, at her breasts that were right on the verge of being too big for her body, at her bare feet that always had a shine to them and a heady musk ready to put someone that was unaware of it into sub-space. She flicked her wings, and he flicked his in return, countering the blast of pheromones she was about to send his way.

"Stop that," he muttered.

"You know it's coming."

"You came here to try and make things better. Stop trying to take charge."

"But brother, how can I not? One of us has to be in charge, after all, and if it's not going to be you..."

She stopped pacing around the empty room, leaning back with her wings flattened against the wall. She crossed her arms under her breasts, using her tail to push her cock and balls forward over one hip. He could see that they were already starting to stiffen and churn, respectively, and he wouldn't have been surprised if her pussy was getting wet, too.

It was always her way. Try and dominate, try and take control, try and make it so the other person wasn't thinking straight. Her power was sensuality as much as magic, and she was more than willing to wield both.

He gritted his teeth, pulling his arms tighter around his chest, his robe feeling cramped and stifling as she kept showing off and he kept having to control himself. His sister, he swore, was the most frustrating dragon in all of the multiverse.

She smirked, her eyes flaring with a deep purple fire. He felt the magic in the air and gritted his teeth.

"There isn't anything better in the skyscraper, Drakina. I'm not kidding with you here."

"I'm sure, but come now. Let's have something special for me."

"I'm giving you a chance to be better. That doesn't mean that you start with special privileges, it means that you earn them."

"Yes, but I can at least have something. Say, a secret tunnel between all the different penthouses?"

"..."

"Come on, they're yours, but they'll want some variety in domination. Let me take a turn, and you can take a break."

The fact that she was even thinking about imposing herself on the rest of his harem flipped a switch in his mind. It was one thing for her to keep trying to push him down under her heel. That was a game that they had been playing for years that had turned quite a bit more serious at some point. That was something that he was used to, and it was something that he expected her to do.

What she didn't get to do was try and rope other people into it, particularly people that belonged under him, and to him.

"What do you say, brother? Take a little break, and I'll -"

The black dragon snapped his fingers, a quick spell loosed from them. On any other mage, it would have sealed their mouth shut and left them without a hint of lips, merely a solid muzzle. Drakina, however, was no ordinary mage.

Snap. Click. She flicked the spell back to him, warping it as it went, dominating the power as it came around. The spell twisted, turned, but not fast enough. It was still his power, and he changed the spell as it flew, his will changing it from transformation to something else, binding and seeking.

Once more, it turned, flying back at her. She batted it back again, once more flexing her power against him, but even as she focused on that spell, he had brought in several more. Snap, click, snap, click -

CLANK!

Drakina stumbled, falling forward from where she stood to hit the ground a bit hard. Her naked body was forcefully pulled to all fours, her breasts hanging down for a moment before the floor rippled with black fire. Draconicon's eyes narrowed as he cast his spells, calling forth chains ending in sharp, steel-tipped teeth, ones that bit and pulled at his sister's nipples and dragged them down.

"Ah...Oh, my...you're feeling more...aggressive today, brother?" she asked, looking up at him. "I thought that you didn't like committing incest."

"With you, that's a technicality."

"Quite technical, if you plan to ignore it."

"You're the one that never studied it."

She smirked, and he knew that she was just winding him up. Just like he knew that it was working.

They weren't technically blood siblings, not the way that most family members were, though she was more related to him than adopted or step-siblings were. He shook his head, putting that out of his mind as he continued to restrain her.

Black chains rose out of the fire, wrapping around her. Several links went between her wings and up to her horns, pulling her head back with a sharp yank, while others wrapped around her legs to make sure that they were properly pulled apart. Her cock was grabbed at the head, yanked down so that it pointed straight at the ground and rested between her thighs.

Still more came up, ringing her toes and spreading them, as well as making sure that she couldn't lift her feet off the ground. Her hands were restrained likewise, leaving her in a simple breeding position with her tail up and over her head, and -

He stared for a moment, realizing that he hadn't been the one to pull her tail up. No, she had done that all on her own.

"...What are you doing?" he asked.

"Mmmph...well...I think it's rather obvious."

"You dominate everything. Why are you surrendering?"

"Correction, brother. I dominate almost everything. There's very little that can actually fight back, and even less that can beat me. But...we both know that one of them is in this room. And it's not like I get you in the mood very often, is it?"

He looked down at his cock, not entirely surprised to see that it had already hardened and popped itself out of his robe. That sudden surge of emotion had also been fairly adrenaline heavy, and that often came with that sort of result. He sighed, rubbing his forehead.

...Do I really want to do this?

Physically, yes, there was no doubt about it. There was a big part of him that wanted to put his annoying sister in her place, to remind her that he had come first, that he was able to take care of things, and to remind her to stop with the bullshit. It would be so easy now, and even if it was something that she wanted on some level, he was sure that he could do something to make it an effective lesson.

...Oh, fuck it.

The black dragon snapped his fingers once more, and the dark robe he wore disappeared into the same flames that had consumed the floor. He walked around his sister, rubbing his hand against her ass cheeks, gently stroking them before -

SMACK!

She yelped, but not in pain. In fact, the dragoness looked over her shoulder, grinning.

"Oh-ho-ho, feeling like that, are you?"

SMACK!

The second one was harder, making her jerk in the chains, and then yelp as her nipples got a good tug from the toothy binders that held them. He spat on her ass, wiggling his thumb inside, and she moaned as he slid three fingers up her pussy at the same time. Her cock twitched ever so slightly, too, though that was minute compared to the rest of the things he was seeing back there.

She was not a bitch. Drakina had never, ever been a bitch. But this was something different. He hadn't conquered her, merely chained her, and she was doing her best to make the best of that. He had no illusions that there wouldn't be payback later.

So, he might as well make sure that he made that payback worth getting.

"Gonna teach you where you belong, sister..."

"Mmm, call me that again."

"...You slut..."

"Hardly."

"Eventually," he muttered, lining up his cock, even though he knew he was only fooling himself. She could be dominated, but never conquered. In a way, they were rather similar like that.

The End

Summary: Draconicon is trying to welcome Drakina into his life again, but good lord does she make it difficult.

Tags: M/H, incest, dragon, dragoness, brother/sister, bondage, nudity, fingering, anal fingering, draconicon, drakina, herm, bondage, nipple play, pain, wet, spanking,